What is the nature of human weakness, love, pity and the response to physical beauty? Whether Glasgow is answering that or even attempting to ask that question, I am not sure. However, those questions come to my mind reading this story.
Asa Timberlake is a man who feels like a failure in life. Stuck in 30 years of loveless marriage where he is a prisoner to his hypochondriac wife and somewhat dependent upon her wealthy and selfish uncle, he longs for a life that is simple and untroubled. He looks forward to the day when his wife's uncle will pass away and leave her with enough money that he will not feel obligated to stay by her side any longer and can then find his own freedom to marry his dear friend Kate and spend the rest of his life on her farm, walking the fields with her and her dogs. But in the mean time, he must stand by his duty...and he does, diligently. Working tirelessly, taking care of his wife, and being their for his adult children. Adding to his misery is his children, 2 daughters: one who is plain but of a strong and noble character and one that is beautiful but selfish and weak, and a son he doesn't think much of. The author never explains why the two girls are given masculine names (Stanley and Roy), or why the son is almost completely ignored, and yet I think that it is significant.
The main trouble is that the selfish beautiful daughter never gets reprimanded in any way for any of the evil she does (and she pretty much destroys every life she touches) because she is beautiful and everyone pities her because of her beauty. And the oldest daughter's strength and self identify is challenged perhaps beyond repair, being chief among those whose life has been damaged by the beauty of her sister....
This book is beautifully written, at times poetic in Glasgow's descriptions and musings on the human condition. And it asks interesting questions that it doesn't seem to attempt to answer. I found it not completely satisfying because of that, and also because, as I reader, I came to despise the pretty and selfish daughter, however none of the characters in the story seemed to be able to. No one ever thoroughly calls her to task for the pain she causes. This may be some of Glasgow's point, however, I don't believe that physical beauty is stronger, ultimately than moral repugnance...though initially it might be, but the eyes can only see so much and eventually character is deeper than the skin.